Page 47 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
“I live a very different life from that already,” Roan whispered. “The clothes are all that’s left.” Walker’s hand lingered, and Roan reached for it, gently touched the veins visible through the skin. He had nice, blunt fingernails and thick, long fingers. His palms were broad and sturdy. Hands you could count on. Walker caught Roan’s fingers when he tried to withdraw and turned his hand palm up.
“How are your injuries? Did the leech bites stop bleeding?”
“Yeah, they did.”
He traced Roan’s lifeline. “Not getting infected?
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Good,” Walker whispered as shivers of attraction traveled up Roan’s arm. It was like Walker’s hands were magnetized, and Roan didn’t stand a chance of resisting his pull. “That’s good.” When Walker met his eyes, his pupils were dilated. “This situation is so weird, isn’t it?”
“So weird,” Roan agreed. “I wish we could just get some time alone and…you know.”
Walker’s eyebrows rose comically. “I don’t believe I do know,” he said, and Roan’s face went hot. “Please enlighten me.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he protested, and Walker smirked. “I wish we could just talk without feeling so put on the spot, you know?”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Walker fell silent for a second, studying Roan like he was trying to think. Then he leaned forward, let go of Roan’s hand and brought it to the back of Roan’s neck instead, drawing him near. “We could try to arrange a meeting alone somewhere if you want,” Walker whispered directly into his ear, and Roan shuddered at his hot breath.
He had no doubt the camera could hear them anyway, but maybe this was all part of the game.
“Is that allowed?” Roan asked, turning his head lightly. His lips grazed Walker’s stubble, and he closed his eyes.
“No,” Walker whispered. “Do we care?”
Roan shook his head. The moment clung and hung, time slowing to nothing more than their breaths and eye blinks as they pulled far enough away to gaze at each other. Roan’s stomach flipped wildly.
“Good luck with trying to meet up, guys,” John said, cheerily, ruining the moment. “Not gonna ever happen. But thanks for the footage. We got some great stuff. The audience is going to eat you two up with a spoon.”
Roan’s face went even hotter, but Walker squeezed his hand.
John turned to a member of the crew and called out, “Next!”
Then Roan was hustled away from Walker, and the intimacy of the moment was lost for good.
